I've just returned from a nice long vacation in Hawaii. It was wonderful to be there, but it's also wonderful to be back home.
I can't wait to get back into my dungeon, to have delightful boys kneeling at my feet. Perhaps a delightful girl or two as well. Will you come play with me? Welcome me back to the mainland?
My trip began on Oahu, where I stayed in the Moana Surfrider Hotel. This was the first luxury hotel built on Waikiki back in 1901. It has aged with grace and is a delightful place to stay.
On Oahu I saw all the tourist attractions, climbed Diamond Head, visited Pearl Harbor and the USS Arizona, and the battleship Missouri. These places were extremely moving, and I would recommend a visit to everyone lucky enough to visit the islands.
From Oahu I flew to Maui, first stop Hana. Hana is a superb place to just relax and experience nature. I spent time hiking, and on the beaches, both red and black sand. There is even a nude beach in Hana for the more adventurous among us.
From Hana I moved on to Kihei, my favorite place in all the islands, the beach simply can't be beat. I had seven great days on that beach and in nearby Lahaina.
As always, this trip to Hawaii was wonderful, and I'm already planning the next one!
My extended absence from the blog was due to a much-needed mid-winter vacation to Hawaii. It was, as always, a most wonderful trip but I am glad to be back home, and very glad to be able to play in my dungeon again!
Perhaps I'll get to have you in the dungeon with me very soon!
My recent trip to Puerto Vallarta was a wonderful one. It started with the nice big seats in Alaska's First Class. Gotta Love the airmiles that give me First Class for free!
Despite that though, the flight was a good one, and after a short taxi ride I was firmly ensconced in my favorite Puerto Vallarta Hotel, the Sheraton. I choose the Sheraton because it is not only nice, but it is close to downtown which is my favorite place to spend time while there. Hotels in the Marina area are clearly fancier and some of the resorts there are truly amazing, but they are all too far from downtown to suit me.
Shopping is a wonderful reason to visit Mexico and I did a great deal of it. My favorite places for it in Vallarta are along the Malecon, in the City Market, and Old Town. Favorite things to buy were as always-beautiful stingray skin fine leather goods and the beautifully beaded Indian creations. Lucky for me, I managed to get a bit of both.
Food is another great reason to visit Mexico, and I must admit that I indulged a great deal! I enjoyed everything from neighborhood taco stands to the most elegant of restaurants. I always wonder, why don't we have real Mexican food available in this country?
The exchange rate was in my favor, at about 13 pesos to the dollar, and of course haggling over price is expected in some places.
I didn't travel outside of the city on this trip, but had a most wonderfully relaxing time. I never felt unsafe, despite the panic our news stations try to induce, and as always perceive Vallarta to be a nice, low crime place.
Security was greatly enhanced at my hotel because of an international conference taking place there that was addressed by the President of Mexico, so I had a naval ship in front of the hotel, and army guys around it but as an obvious American tourist none of that was intrusive.
Perhaps best of all are the brief but interesting friendships one is able to make while traveling.
The sun of Vallarta instead of the wet of Seattle, I'd highly recommend it!
I've returned from a trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. It was a splendid time, and I'll post a good deal about my adventures there over the next couple of days.
I'm back from a few days on the Big Island of Hawaii, it was a wonderful time, but now I need boys to beat, to hear beg, and to make crawl. Will you come welcome me back by suffering under my heels?
I've not posted in awhile because I took some time to travel around this most beautiful of states. Specifically, I drove the loop completely around the Olympic Peninsula. Olympia to Hood Canal, Hood Canal to Port Townsend, Port Townsend to Crescent Lake, Crescent Lake to Sol Duc, Sol Duc to La Push, La Push to Forks, Forks to Kalaloch, Kalaloch to Ocean Shores, and Ocean Shores back to Olympia. It was a long, but truly wonderful vacation, a superb adventure in the Airstream.
The drive up Hood Canal from Olympia was truly spectacular, the water perfectly blue under the so very green trees. We stayed on the Canal our first night, the place we stayed wasn't much, but it was good fun anyway.
From there we were off to Port Townsend, always a fun little city to visit, and what a perfect place we had to stay. We parked the Airstream right in the Marina, perhaps 25 feet from the waters edge and spent hours watching the waves and sailboats in the Straight of Juan De Fuca. Equally wonderful was the truly superb restaurant about 50 feet behind the Airstream.
We spent some time at Crescent Lake, I think one of the most beautiful lakes I have ever seen, enjoyed a drink from the deck of the Crescent Lake Lodge.
We spent two days in Sol Duc, at the hot springs. The water was nice and refreshing, but unfortunately we were unable to use them except for during the late evening because there are no set adult hours, nor a segregated adult pool, and the daytimes seemed to be completely taken over by screaming kids.
I did though spot two delightful kinky people in the pool. He had marks left from a cupping set all over his back; she had matching whip marks on both butt cheeks. Always good to see a fellow kinkster!
Of course though the boys had to do much complaining about the other women in the pools, alas they were expecting beauties in bikinis and such seemed to be a distinct minority.
Refreshed from the hot springs we were off to La Push, a truly beautiful spot on the Pacific Ocean. We stayed in our Airstream, parked right on the beach of a little cove with rocky cliffs towering up each side. A quick walk down the beach took us to the marina where we were able to buy salmon caught just moments before. While the weather was poor in La Push, the natural beauty was so great that it was a wonderful time anyway.
That took us to Forks for lunch; Twilight Mania seemed to be everywhere. Twilight themed shops abounding. Of course there was also a bit of that in La Push, given that it is just beyond the line at which all vampires must stop.
At Kalaloch we abandoned the Airstream and stayed in a cabin on the bluff above the beach. A beautiful view, and an amazing place to wake up, but alas, I don't think that we would stay at the Kalaloch Lodge again. Too costly, too run down, and too poor of service.
From Kalaloch we drove down to Ocean Shores where we stayed with an old, dear, and delightfully kinky friend. It was great to see him again. The next day brought my circle complete and our trip ended in Olympia Washington, from the same spot it began.
I traveled to Cannon Beach Oregon for my birthday, and I've been here for a few days in my Airstream now. The weather has been superb, and as always the great Pacific Ocean is an amazing site to behold.
It was a truly wonderful birthday yesterday and I want to send my thanks to everyone who was kind enough to help make it special for me.
Tomorrow I'll be back home and am certainly looking forward to getting to play in my studio once again!
I'm told that in my absence the new entryway into my house was sheetrocked, and I understand that the marble is being laid in my new bathroom starting today. I can't wait to see it when it's done.
I’ve just recently returned from sunning my ass in Kauai to beating asses here in Seattle. I thought I’d share the scenery with you, my loyal readers.
Politics done, travel done, let's get back to the pervyness!
I will admit to jumping into new things with great gusto. Just look at bdsm; who would have thought that a young ladies fantasies would turn into the main focus of her life. I don’t view my easily aroused enthusiasm for a myriad of activities as a negative though, rather I am pleased that my interests are broad, and that I am able to pursue them with great gusto.
At roughly the same time as I bought the vintage Airstream, my very good and amazingly kinky friends V&K bought a vintage trailer of their own. I look forward to traveling with them soon, but haven’t had the opportunity to do so yet.
Talk about great gusto though, I’m afraid that they have me badly beaten in the gusto department. I’ve taken mine out on four trips this summer. Salem, Oregon, Cannon Beach, Oregon, Fort Stevens, Oregon, and Walla Walla, Washington. Not many if they were weekend trips, but they weren’t each was almost a week long. Almost four weeks this summer in my Airstream, I thought I was doing a good job getting value out of the purchase.
They’ve got me beat though. We had the opportunity to talk last night, and it sounds to me like they have been out and about, enjoying their wonderful traveling home virtually every weekend of this fine summer.
The motto ‘wear it out, don’t rust it out’ is a great one to live by, and I have to salute my wonderful friends for living it to the fullest. We only go through life once, and I think that we owe it to ourselves to make that life as full, interesting, and exciting as possible. It is truly wonderful whenever I encounter people who do exactly that.
I was rather surprised that I didn’t get very much comment on my previous two kinky travel posts. I thought that people might have strong opinions about the idea.
The second post in the series did get a long comment, and despite the rather angry seeming tone of that comment, I think that it contained a very valid point of view and concern.
Posting though has helped to refine my own thoughts on the idea, so I thought it appropriate to share a scenario I had in mind.
A nice weekend in June when the weather is wonderful in Eastern Washington.
A small group of RV’s meet in a campground outside of Walla Walla on Friday evening. Kids aren’t along for the trip, but the adults are all kids at heart, people who delight in joyful adult play.
A campfire is born; snacks and libations come out to pave the way for folks to get to know each other.
There is no structure to the event, people are free to do as they desire throughout the weekend. This is though Walla Walla, home to amazing Washington Wine. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday, visiting wineries and tasting their wares. Maps to these wineries are given out, recommendations of course as well.
Wine is the small cities largest attraction, but certainly not it’s only one. A delightful shopping district beckons, and history abounds throughout the area.
The day done Saturday evening will likely find many of our campers sampling one of Walla Walla’s fine restaurants or another. Then back, back to that fire and the fellowship it provides. A sharing will likely occur, not only a sharing of the wonderful wines found that day, but also a sharing of hearts and emotions that can only occur when one is truly accepted. That acceptance promised for everyone shares a similar sexual outlook and level of interest. At this fire there need be no fear of prudes, no fear that others will be shocked.
Sunday, a departing day. A sad day perhaps, but if the job has done well, if the magic has flowed, perhaps a joyous day as well. Joyous because of the new friendships just starting to bud, because of the new understanding received through honest and open sharing with others.
That is, I think, a perfect example of what I have in mind.
Camping, RV’ing surrounded by people who embrace their own alternative sexualities, no matter what those might be or those who for whatever reason choose to affiliate themselves with people who explore these alternatives. All within an inclusive, non-threatening environment.
That would be I think a very sound basis for such an organization as I mentioned in my previous post.
I think that a weekend or a few days RV’ing in a beautiful campground can be energizing and a wonderful break for most anyone. I imagine that if one were surrounded by others with similar lifestyles that wonderful break could be ratcheted even closer to perfection.
It seems to me that we have in the bdsm community alone large numbers of people who will not attend bdsm events because they are uncomfortable playing in public or watching others do so. I imagine also that even the events which are largely limited to discussion tread too close to public play for many of these people.
I have to wonder if a vanilla event surrounded by kinky folks wouldn’t be a very good fit for those who currently stay clear of bdsm events.
I am much less familiar with the public poly community, but I imagine it to be much the same situation. A very active minority attending sexually oriented events, the large majority staying home, doing their thing in private.
Again I have to wonder if a vanilla event surrounded by poly folks wouldn’t be a very good fit for this majority.
I must admit that in my own life, in the past, I adored kinky events. Seminars, play parties, discussion groups, I found them all wonderful. Now it seems that I am much less interested in such events, and my attendance has fallen as a result. I would, I think, now prefer to simply hang out in more traditional ways with fellow kinksters than to join in at a major play party. I don’t want to overstate this, I do still love a great play party, but I also love my vanilla time with kinky friends, and I think that time is more meaningful to me at this stage of my life.
I think that this social interaction would be the main, likely only purpose behind such a group were it to be successfully formed. A way to deepen old friendships and make new ones. A safe place in which one would not have to be afraid to expose his or her unique sexuality.
Indeed it could even be a wonderful way to meet new people whom one would be able to play with later. It is I think difficult to meet wonderful people to share our adventures. Helping a vanilla partner to find the joys in our kinks can work, meeting partners online can work, and meeting people at community events can work. I wonder if meeting people at a vanilla event populated by kinky folks wouldn’t work best though. If the vanilla social situation wouldn’t allow a perfect opportunity for potential partners to get to know one another. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Jim and Polly met Ken on the events first evening, got to know each other that night and the next day, then all after this foundation was created got to see how well that bed made for two worked for three.
I don’t think that I would see such a group limited to any particular alternative sexuality, rather an inclusive group that celebrated all of those alternatives.
I wouldn’t think that it should be limited to partnered folks only as ‘play’ groups are. Play would not be the purpose of the group, so I don’t imagine that singles could harm the group’s energy at all.
Lastly I would see no need or desire to limit the group to RV people. While for me, RV’ing is perfect at this point in my life, there was a time when I adored tent camping, and I know many who do so now. The point would be the getting out and into the campground, not how one does so.
I would love to read your thoughts.
Those who follow this blog know that about a year ago I bought an Airstream, and that perhaps I’ve gone a bit nuts over it.
Dozens of little repairs to keep it up, detailed plans to improve it, fancy insurance, membership in a half dozen RV clubs both Airstream only and general, magazine subscriptions both Airstream only and general. Perhaps most importantly it is getting used, a lot.
I’ve noticed that large numbers of RV owners don’t actually use their RV’s very much, but thus far I’m not fitting into that mold. It will have been slept in at least 60 nights in ’08, and likely well in excess of 100 nights in ’09.
I’ve always loved to travel, but prior to the Airstream my travel was usually confined to high-end hotels and resorts. Now that has changed. For me, the Airstream beats the hotel experience hands down if for no other reason than the convenience it offers. Perhaps the largest of conveniences is that without question the dogs can go. A former headache with any traveling has simply disappeared. They can tag along, and they love tagging along.
I have learned a great deal over this past year, and one thing I learned about was RV caravans and rallies. These are put on both by RV clubs, and private businesses that specialize in such events. In a caravan a number of RV’s travel together from spot to spot as they move across the country or even internationally, in a rally RV’s travel independently to a pre-selected spot then stay together for a generally short number of days.
Caravan’s can be very long ranging from a week or two into major commitments like the upcoming Airstream caravan that will travel from Cape Towne South Africa to Cairo Egypt.
Rallies are generally shorter events held over a weekend or a few days usually at a spot of great natural beauty.
On my recent trip down the Oregon Coast I thought about these rallies a bit.
If I were to attend one, I imagine that I would stick out like the proverbial sore thumb. A woman traveling in an intimate Airstream with two men, or on other occasions with three additional people two men and another woman. Our first trip was three fellows and me. You can imagine the looks such an arrangement might get from fellow club members, especially given that most of these clubs are specifically set up for husband/wife couples, and the fact that my Airstream was designed for folks without children. It’s just not set up like most are with separated sleeping areas for the adults and children or other traveling companions.
This got me to thinking, wouldn’t it be fun to create a group of pervert RVers such as myself?
Wouldn’t it be a kick to pick a nice park in a beautiful spot such as the Oregon Coast and advertise a rally there?
I’m not thinking about a specifically kinky event with seminars, play parties, and the like.
Rather I’m thinking only about an opportunity to travel with and RV with fellow kinky folks.
Poly, bdsm, gay, bi, swingers, any and all, the more the merrier. A vanilla gathering with decidedly non-vanilla people. New friendships could be made, new activities discovered.
Perhaps most importantly for many people would be an opportunity to get away without having to hide. An opportunity to get away while surrounded by folks who just don’t care that you have converted the back of your toy hauler into a dungeon. For that matter getting away surrounded by people who will admire your creativity.
I think that the idea may have merit, but I would love to hear opinions about it from those of you who join me here.
